Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 847: You Can't Provide for Me

"You're not the CEO of the Chu Enterprise anymore. You can't give me the life that I want." She reached her hand out and touched the ring on her finger. "Next time, you can't buy me anything that I want anymore so I can only look for another financial support."

The fishy taste attacked Chu Lui's throat again, and suddenly, his throat hurt. He opened his mouth, and streaks of blood flowed down from the side of his lips and onto his shirt, making miserable flower prints on it.

"Brother…" Du Jingtang was frightened. He hurriedly ran over and helped Chu Lui up. His face was even paler than Chu Lui's.

"Brother, are you okay?" Du Jingtang was frightened until he almost cried. He had never heard of a healthy man vomiting blood out of anger.

Chu Lui's eyes kept staring straight at the face that was still smiling.

"Why…?"

Every word that he said made him bleed even more. He wanted to grab onto the last bit of consciousness that he had, but his hands only reached for darkness. He wanted to reach out his hand, but to him, it was a luxury to even move his weak finger.

Xia Ruoxin clenched her fists hard. She lowered her eyes and smiled at the man beside him.

"Let's go. What's so fun about seeing some guy puke blood?"

Min Guocheng took out his phone and made a call. "Hello? Is this the ambulance? Someone vomited blood."

Then, he shook his phone and said to Du Jingtang. "Since we all know each other, I had already called an ambulance for you. However, it seems like CEO Chu's illness is pretty serious. It can't be some terminal illness, right? Sigh, he's so young. What a pity…"

He muttered to himself. Du Jingtang clenched on his teeth and wanted to rip the person in front of him apart.

"Xia Ruoxin, do you still have a heart? He's your husband!" He turned to Xia Ruoxin, and his voice was filled with disbelief.

"Husband?" Xia Ruoxin opened her red lips, and her voice was so light until she herself did not want to hear it anymore. "I don't even have my daughter anymore… why do I want a husband?"

Min Guocheng held Xia Ruoxin's waist. "Let's go."

"Okay." Xia Ruoxin smiled at him. That smile made Min Guocheng's heart skip a beat. He was slightly tempted, and this temptation was different from the past.

Her smile was light, neither happy nor emotional, just a smile; but he liked it. He was tempted.

Min Guocheng opened the door gentlemanly, and after Xia Ruoxin sat properly, he went to sit himself.

…

Once again, Chu Lui—who was as strong as iron—was sent to the hospital again. Perhaps when he returned again, the fish would start to rot.

"Doctor, how is he?"

Du Jingtang worriedly asked the doctor that just came out. Did his cousin really have some terminal illness? In the past—if someone puked, then they would be very near death. Did dramas not show this all the time?

Even if it was now where medical studies were so advanced, there were still a lot of illnesses that could not be cured.

"He's okay," the doctor took off his mask and said, "He was just short of breath at that time. There's some blood clot left in his gastric, but it's good that he puked it out so that it can recover. However, he should not do this again in the future. The body is still his so he should not ruin it."

"Thank you, doctor."

Du Jingtang finally heaved a sigh of relief. There was sweat on his forehead, but that was okay. The main thing was that his clothes were drenched, even his underwear.

This was pretty awkward, but luckily, no one knew about it. Since Chu Lui was fine, he went to change before seeing him. After he ran his errands, quite some time had passed.

He walked into the ward.

Chu Lui only woke up a few hours later. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were new stubbles on his chin. His entire person looked defeated and super ugly.

Du Jingtang sat down.

"Brother, are you okay?" he asked carefully.

"Yeah," Chu Lui replied lightly. He looked down and turned the ring on his finger which had become bigger as his skeleton-like finger had slimmed down.

Why? Why could he not keep what he wanted and the ones he wanted to protect would always leave him?

What exactly did he do wrong in his past life? Or did he do too many wrong things this life?

Was this Heaven's punishment?

"But you…"

Du Jingtang did not know what to say anymore. Actually, Chu Lui's entire journey… he might have been the only one who witnessed it all. However, this journey was really very tough for him. If it were him, he might not even have the energy to finish it.

Chu Lui was still touching his ring before he reached out to take out the tubes attached to his arm.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Du Jingtang was frightened by him and jumped up. Could he not be so scary? Could he not be so sudden?

"My fish is still in the pot." Chu Lui took out his patient attire and was looking for his own clothes to wear.

"Even if you go back now, you can only throw it." Du Jingtang hugged his clothes and refused to pass it to him. If he did go home and puked more blood, then what was going to happen?

"It's okay, I can still eat it if I cook it again." Chu Lui stretched his hand out towards Du Jingtang.

"Give me back."

Du Jingtang refused to let it go.

"What can you eat when you go back? It has already been a day. You've been in a coma for a day. If it's a dead fish, it would have long rotted."

Chu Lui slowly kept his hand in midair back.

"One day…"

"Yes." Du Jingtang walked to the window and opened it. "Take a look yourself. It's already midnight. Where do you want to go now? The fish had already rotten. Does it make a difference if you throw it out earlier or later?"

Chu Lui frowned, and it was cold until it made people feel uncomfortable. Then, he lay down, and the spark in his eyes had disappeared.

Du Jingtang then placed the clothes in his arms aside, but he still had to make sure that Chu Lui would not run anywhere. Hurriedly, he called for the nurse outside to re-insert the tube for Chu Lui.

He was still worried if he would hit the nurse unconscious with his fist.

After the nurse put the needles back and left, he then heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily, Chu Lui was not crazy. He took out his phone and wanted to report his safety to his parents, but he remembered that he did not tell anyone about Chu Lui's hospitalization. It seemed like he could not say it; if not, he would have to spend all his time explaining, without even knowing how to do it properly.

Just that, he looked at Chu Lui on the bed complicatedly.